Had it twice, did it both times to myself
First time, was quite harmeless to any innocent bystanders when I was single and the kids were with their mom in Philly. Anyway, cooked up some chicken on the grill, apparently not long enough and since been better about where I buy meats. Regardless, had me on the toilet and my face in a trash can for what seemed hours. Took me 2 days to recover and then another 2 days to clean up what I had done. lol.
Second time, my kids remember well. They were 9 and 11 at the time. Cindy came home with the kids, they went to school where she taught, I had been home alone all day. Decided to make my own lunch on the grill, Mexican style Carne Asada. Don't try that unless you're mexican by the way, and watch where you buy the meat.
To make a long story short, which is already too late and I don't know why I care to share it to begin with, Cindy came home.
I had, apparently, and quite successfully, made this gawd awful stink reach the front door from the Master Bathroom, where I was still enthroned. Cindy tried, in vain, to see if I was ok, then simply went outside and called me on my cell to check on me, then to inform me she was taking the kids out for dinner and a movie, and that I might want to consider calling in a Hazmat team in the interim.
This incident was always, and still is, referred to as "The Dump". lol. My kids recollect it often at the most inoportune times.
Ray
